Rummage through your pockets and write about what you keep or find.
I keep a hole in most pockets. It’s there to help me lose things, as if I need any help in that direction. Little things sneak through the gap and go off on adventures all their own. Mostly it is the five pence pieces, if the hole is too small for other coins to fit through. They wriggle untamed as I walk and are then set free to go where they will. Some tumble un-noticed and roll away before I can scoop them up, others slide down my trouser leg to reappear when I take my socks off at night.